Thursday, 24 March 2016

His Love

His love is the fluorescence of the firefliesThat dance around the grumpy bushesBeneath the fragrant mango trees.Tis sometimes the gentle breezeThat kisses the fluttering, gay leavesAnd charms them with the magic it weaves.Sometimes it's a shadow in a meadow,Formless, colourless, seeking her essence,Sometimes, it's a beautiful rainbowLively, yet unaware of its unique brilliance.Her soul knows, life may be long or brief,Drenched in his love, it'll know no grief.